Look at this asshole! he's sooooo happy on his little, battery powered deathtrap. He's thinking, "I'm soooo independent and mobile and now I can wear that stupid fucking yellow sportscoat and buffoonish hat!" Good luck outracing zombies in that, pal! Okay, and foot races??? That's not a race! Real racing has running and sweating and old people collapsing and Kenyans. Walking is not racing...that's all. There's some potential for races that noone has ever capitalized on. For example, "Amputee racing"...I haven't decided if they have no legs and pull themselves up a flight of stairs to win, or have little saddles made and piggy back ride a chimp on rollerskates for a mile, while fighting Thunderdome style.
Chimps! They rule, when they're not eating faces off dames. Chimps dressed up like people, doing people jobs...that cracks me up every time!
This asshole probably puts the chips up his ass and deals with his feet. Still, monkeys dressed up kill me. Did you ever want a little monkey servant? A little monkey to get you some coffee or Doritos? Don't! they bring you a coffee and mix the cream with boogie covered fingers then, right before they give it to you, they throw it against the wall and jump up and down, while screaming like a banshee.
This is like some child, chimney sweep, taxi driver. Its weird and it looks like it was done at Sears Portrait Studio.
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